“Where did she go..”
I’ve been on a wee escape.. to the land of Palm Trees
Hiking through parched brush and scraggy rock formations..
The land barely interrupted by tiny signs of an emerging spring..
I’m told it’ll be a botanical wonder in only a few weeks.
We found the inevitable oasis.. its restorative spring hidden deep..
It seems that even here, spring still resides only in the heart, the trill of a wee bird and the scorching heat of the sun..
and in the joyful burst of color from a few bedding plants that thrive with tender watering..
Just as the spring in your heart can be quenched by the smile of a dear friend after a prolonged absence..
Smidge will be back in the kitchen soon.. until then I’ll leave you with a thought..